I know, I know… I’m a guy, I don’t “get it”.

March 08, 2020  •  Leave a Comment

 

Rare is it to find a guy who does care and even more rare to find a woman that doesn’t care about what they look like.  I think you all know what I’m talking about, and if you don’t, try this…  Guys, some morning before your wife showers and does her makeup, hold up your phone and tell her to smile.  She’ll think you’re taking her photo and most likely freak out!  Women, why bother? You already know what your men will do, most likely make a face or stick out their tongue.  Generally, we just don’t care…  (Yes, of course, there are exceptions.)

 

Now imagine a professional is pointing the camera at you!!  OMG!  Right?  Wrong, the last person in the world that wants an unflattering image of you is the photographer.  Curious why?  YOU WON’T BUY IT!  Simple as that.  This is mainly the reason why we don’t allow you to view all the images from a session.  My job as a photographer is to get the very best images of you.  The more I get, the more you have to choose from and are likely to want.  Still following me?  Good… 

 

Where am I going with all this?  How about a short story?  The names have been changed to protect the guilty…

 

A few years back, I was contacted by a client, Ms. Vicky.  She wanted some photos of her son and his fiancé's dogs.  Not just any photos, they were buying their first house together and Ms. Vicky wanted some photos for them as a housewarming gift.  “What a brilliant and thoughtful gift idea!”, I remarked.  As it would turn out, setting the appointment would be the easiest part of making this happen.

 

How would get the dogs away from their humans and not raise suspicion?   Would they come to me?  Would I go to them?  We couldn’t have them groomed, that too would raise suspicion.  How was this going to work? 

 

We hatched a plan…  Every Sunday morning the engaged couple would go for a jog.  Usually about 45 minutes to an hour-long.  They would drop the dogs off and head out for their jog.  This is a very short window for a dog session, let alone a two dog session, but I’m always up for a challenge. {Gulp}

 

Sunday morning came, as if we had synchronized watched, I was there exactly when I scheduled. (I’m OCD about being on time, this isn’t a surprise.)  I set up the lights, set up the backdrop and away I went.  The pups worked with me reasonably well.  Click, flash, “sit”, “stay”, repeat…  I’m sure they could sense the nerves and anxiety filling room as the clock ticked away the minutes.  Slowly but surely, we were getting the images we needed, but at this point weren’t even close to having ‘The shot’.  As a photographer, you just know when you have “it”, “The shot”…  and we weren’t there yet. 

Then it happened…  The front door opened.  You guessed it, the fiancé walked in and busted us red-handed.  About the only thing to do was fess up, come clean with our plan.  She promised not to tell Ms. Vicky’s son and to be part of the secret.  I continued shooting.

 

I couldn’t help but notice that the color of her scarf matched the dog's coloring.  I asked if she wouldn’t mind sitting in for a couple of shots.  She adamantly refused my repeated requests.  “I have no makeup!”, “My hair isn’t done!!”, one excuse after another.  I wasn’t giving up, I knew what I wanted… One last time, I asked, but promised her she could see the image and I would delete it immediately if it was as horrendous as she thought it would be.  Off came her gloves, then her hat, then vest.  As she reached for the scarf, I stopped her.  “Leave the scarf on.”, I said.  Confused, she agreed and asked what I wanted her to do.  If she was like any other dog lover, I already knew what she was going to do and I was ready.  I simply asked her to sit on the bench next to her pup.  She did just as I requested.  As she did, I clicked the shutter.  She had no idea I had already taken a photo. As she sat down, she put her arms around her pup and gave him a kiss.  She looked up at me and said, “Ok, what do you need me to do?”  I smiled and said, “You’re done, go finish your jog.”  Even MORE confused than before, she stood up, and just looked at me.    Ms. Vicky and I looked at each other, we knew…  I just captured “It”, “The shot”.   The daughter-in-law to be went on her way, I packed up my gear and headed home.

 

As I normally do, I edited the photos and got them back to Ms. Vicky within a few days.  I was extremely happy with the “It” shot and very happy with the rest of the images.  Ms. Vicky took her time selecting the images she wanted.  She even included the daughter-in-law to be in the selection process.  It was no real surprise to me that they selected the “It” shot as one of their images.  As a matter of fact, they ordered that image as the large canvas print that now hangs in their living room. 

 

This is that image.

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